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When Your Body is No Longer
Your Own
They hand you a
look a label a number
a social identity that passes for you
They call you they and them--
Black
people poor people gay
people other people
They add on ‘’people’’ to
distinguish you
from White
Western male majority
They add on
‘’people’’
when to them you are merely
livestock--
the fatted
calf a holy cow
Bullshit after fucking
bullshit!
How ironic
to bear the words ‘’choice
beef’’
when they who were forced to
carry
had no
choice
How ironic
to rejoice in the
living
when my sisters and I are
dying
I anonymously
yours
am at a
loss
Coiled in my shell-- a cheap
hotel
or is it Hell
?—
a crime scene tape I dare not
cross
Who is this woman in the
mirror?--
a twisted metal
hanger in hand!
Raped by a
stranger my skin no longer fits
Dear God!!
I no longer know
who I am
I am afraid of my own
reflection
I may never make it
to the other side of the
frame
never see my own children
again
I the carbon
copy of unnamed stars of meteors
Destiny's blueprint at my
fingertips
the Trinity stamped on my
forehead
my tongue stapled to the roof
of my mouth
a chain-link fence that keeps
going South
They hand you a look a label a
number
then point you in the
direction of your shallow grave--
the one you carry with
you
the one in which you bury
yourself
a little deeper every
day
What identity is
left
is either inherited like a
windfall or a disease
is a reasonable facsimile of
an ad
a commercial on
TV a Facebook Emoji J
What identity is
Left
may be borrowed from the
Right
smacks of popular
opinion
late
nite date night
Artificial
Intelligence Fox breaking news
the romance novel you once
read
just before that illegal
abortion in sunny Mexico
The one that left you
hemorhaging
in some unmarked train
station
or forever boring smiles into
other women’s children--
children whose souls you may
recognize
but never fully
embrace
What identity is
left
is a
mirror without a
face
without health care or a place
to call home...
when your body is no longer
your own
when your body is no longer
your own
What identity is
left
is
you humming alone in the dark
is the echo of an
echo
is Light sailing to some
distant shore
is taking a vacation without
you
is reminding
you is reminding you
that you still look
good
you still look damn good
Red is sooo becoming !
as you stand there dripping in
blood
What identity is
left
is as heavy as
lead
is patting you on the
back
is holding a gun to your
head
they guard your uterus
better than assault weapons
as your brittle (but genius
original) bones
are snapping in
sync
with your still cool ever-breaking heart
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